This blip just about sums up the past week: it is a reflection, rotated through 180 degrees, and the gentle red light on the bridge is actually just one phase of a cycle involving rather more strident blues, yellows and greens.

At least I had an unexpectedly relaxed day after a late night text from rural Shropshire advising against driving there (and back again) today. So instead of 8 hours in the car, I bought the last few presents, put up the tree, flaffed about trying to find out if there were other ways to get mother-in-law out of the frozen west, and blipped.

Still need to finish packing up my office before the move on the 23rd. Eighteen packing crates of books so far.